User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3474228-20110819060256

The Abbey beasts are woken up the next morning with another shock, as they hear the slamming on their gates. A loud voice is heard. "Open up, my little friends! Uncle Sahaz has returned!"

A deep reply comes back to Sahaz. "Yew ain't gettin' back in again, fox! Give us back our Abbot, ye've caused enough pain already!" The Marlfox smiles. "Why, my fine friend, thats exactly what I've come to do! Your precious Abbot is here with me!"

A face appears over the battlements, staring down at the party of twenty soldiers from the army. Bound and gagged, lying in the grass next to Sahaz is the Abbot, in a pitiful state. The eyes of the Skipper Regan glare at the Marlfox.

"What d'ye want?" More faces appear over the battlements. Sahaz shrugs. "Oh, I've recently heard about some sword that is hidden within the Abbey. The sword ... of Martin the Warrior!" Shouts of outrage hit Sahaz like a hurricane. "Ye've already burned the tapestry, now this!?"

Sahaz grins. "What's there to lose? The tapestry is gone, so you might as well give up the sword!" A humming sound is heard and the sword appears in Skipper Regan's paws, twirling about in his paws. "The sword's mine, fox, an' yer never gonna have it!"

Sahaz shrugs. "Oh well. Looks like we'll have to take it by force then. I shall be back, arrogant fool, and you shall be dead within the next twenty four hours!" He kicks the bound form of the Abbot and struts away, back to the camp.